


Sticky Sweet

by yanopuedomas



Category: Dead by Daylight (Video Game)
Genre: Anal Sex, M/M, Oral Sex, PWP, Size Kink
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-10-17
Updated: 2019-10-17
Packaged: 2020-12-21 07:00:16
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,580
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21070793
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/yanopuedomas/pseuds/yanopuedomas
Summary: David King's a size king.





	Sticky Sweet

“Could,” David stammered briefly, “Could ya say that again fer me, doll? I know I must have misheard ya.”

Quentin laughed sweetly. “I _said_: do you wanna fuck me?”

David’s eyes shot open wide, his mouth falling open as his blood suddenly ran hot as fire. He stared at him, at a complete loss for words, watching as Quentin shyly reached out for the lapel of his coat. His fingers toyed at the seams as he bit his bottom lip.

This was not what he had expected when Quentin grabbed onto his wrist and insisted they find somewhere away from prying eyes. They had barely survived the day but Quentin had been unable to take his eyes off him since their escape. It was surreal and driving David mad.

“Come on,” Quentin said softly as he gave the fabric a small tug. “Let’s take this off. I don’t want you wearing it, or anything else.”

“Quen,” David rasped out, his hands settling over Quentin’s. He wrapped his fingers around his palms, but couldn’t bring himself to pull him away. “Lad, I get a bad feelin’ ye don’t know what you’re askin’ fer.”

Quentin giggled softly, turning his hands to hold David’s properly. “I‘m not stupid. I know exactly what I want.”

“Didn’t say y’were,” David grit out, his nails digging into Quentin’s hands briefly. “All I’m sayin’ is that ye had a hell of a day and I think ye should get some rest ‘fore ye start sayin’ such things.”

“Wanna know what I think?” Quentin murmured, his half-lidded eyes dozy and innocent. “I think you talk too much.”

Quentin kissed him then, a dazzling mixture of power and pleading and with an overwhelming raw need. What was left of David’s little resolve was shattered in that instance. He gripped at Quentin’s hair tightly, twisting his locks until Quentin gasped. He stole the sound right from between his lips, wasting no time in deepening the kiss until it turned desperate and messy. He tasted each corner of his mouth, swiping the tip of his tongue across his those pearly teeth, nipping hard at his bottom lip until it was sore, flushed deep red and bruised.

Quentin’s hands were fumbling with David’s jeans, his deft fingertips slipping the button free. David released his mangled hair and grabbed instead at his waist, hauling him closer until his waist was pressed flush to his. David ground against him, slowly, tauntingly, dragging his stifled length against Quentin’s.

“Oh, wow,” Quentin breathed out, a giddy smile crossing his flustered face. “It’s- it’s big.”

David growled and snapped his hips forward, relishing in the beautiful friction. Quentin trembled, his lips parting as his gaze dipped downwards to watch.

“I want it in me.” Quentin insisted.

“You’ll have it.” David promised, “But first,”

His hand grabbed for the hem of Quentin’s pants, already knowing that unfastening them would just be a waste of time - his jeans were ill-fitting, loose and barely clinging to his hips. He hooked his two fingers over them and the pair of black briefs beneath and pulled them down in a single go.

Quentin let out a tiny gasp when his skin was exposed so suddenly, the tip of his leaking cock pressing into David’s clothed thigh. He shivered pleasantly, a tingle running up his spine.

David’s large hand wrapped around his stiff erection, his thumb swiping over its head. Quentin pressed his forehead into the crook of David’s neck, his breath shuddering against his skin. “D-Dave-”

“Hush and lemme take care of ye.” David muttered.

David raised his hand to his mouth and licked a stripe up his palm before grabbing ahold of Quentin once more. He gave a single jerk of his fist, hard and smooth, which sent a gasp flying from Quentin’s lips.

Grinning wickedly at the response, David worked his cock fast and tight, his hand a blur as he smeared the dribbling precum over his cock over and over until the glide was slick and rapid.

Quentin’s knees were shaking. His breathing was coming in harsh, his fingers grabbing for David’s shirt as he tried to steady himself against the brutal pace.

“Oh god,” he moaned, “Oh, my god.”

“How’s that feel, darlin’?” David chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest.

“It’s- good,” Quentin choked out, “It’s so- so _rough_.”

“Too much for ye?” David growled into his ear before delivering a sharp nip. Quentin shuddered and pressed himself closer to him.

“No,” Quentin gasped out. “N-no, it’s so good, it’s perfect, please don’t stop- it’s just-” he gave a tiny sob, his eyes shutting tight. “So much-”

David gave a short snicker when he felt Quentin’s hands lunge desperately for between his legs.

“C-c’mon,” Quentin panted hoarsely. “Gimme.”

“No one bothered to teach ye patience now, did they?” David snickered, eyes hardening as he watched Quen struggle to fumble his hand into his boxers.

“Come on,” Quentin begged him, “Lemme see it already, you’re just teasing me!” He cut himself off with a sharp gasp, his back arching. “Oh-”

David’s hand curled around the crown of Quentin’s cock and the pad of his thumb dug into its slit. Quentin squealed and clutched his arm, his hips snapping into the bittersweet friction. Panting, he rolled his hips with each squeeze of David’s hands, chasing more.

“Give me your dick ‘fore I cum.” Quentin whimpered, “I wanna make you feel good too.”

David didn’t want to stop touching Quentin but he finally agreed he needed some attention. He grabbed a fistful of Quentin’s hair and slammed his mouth in a bruising kiss. Quentin melted deliciously under the force - he clung to David’s neck as his knees threatened to buckle, a blissful moan spilling from kiss-bitten lips.

With Quentin distracted, David yanked his trousers and boxers down to his thighs. He grabbed for Quentin’s waist, adoring the cute curves beneath his palms. He wanted to leave bruises behind.

“See that?” David growled, letting the tip of his swollen cock drag against Quen’s stomach. “See whatcha do to me, hm?”

Quentin’s wide blown eyes fluttered open and eagerly peeked down.

“Whoa,” he breathed, his cheeks turning pink. “Wow. I- _really?_”

David barked out a laugh but Quentin couldn’t look away. Mesmerized and entranced, he slowly traced his lips with his tongue.

“Still think ye can handle it?” David snickered cockily. Quentin marveled as he gently touched the bulbous head of his cock. It was so warm and thick, flushed a beautiful reddish-purple and leaking clear fluid from its tip. He was careful, just a testing touch, but it was enough to make David’s head spin. He swore under his breath.

“I mean, it makes sense that you’d be big,” Quentin breathed in awe, “but you’re huge. I couldn’t get all this in my mouth no matter what I tried.”

He bit his lip, pupils wide and cheeks cherry-red. He stroked tenderly along the shaft, barely skimming David’s skin as he brushed his fingertips up, down, and in shapeless patterns. He poked and prodded, watching in delight as it twitched. David watched him explore with his breath held tight, his nerves fizzling under each curious caress.

“Oi,” David tugged Quentin in for a brief kiss. It was enough to startle him out of his trance and once they parted, he beamed up at him.

“We don’t gotta do anything more than this,” David told him, petting the top of his head.

Quentin blinked rapidly, his focus returning. “Huh? No way!” he shook his head with a huff. “I said I wanted this in me, that hasn’t changed a bit.”

David stared. “Yer sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Quentin insisted with a devious glint in his eye. “You think I’m gonna stop here just ‘cuz your dick’s the size of a freight train?”

David smirked broadly. “Oh, I see. You love this, dontcha?”

Quentin blushed so deeply that he clasped his hands over his cheeks and wailed as David laughed until his chest ached.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Quentin protested. “I can’t help what I like anymore than you can help the size of that massive thing between your legs.”

“Aw, poppet, I ain’t laughin’ at ya.” David chuckled and wound his arms around Quentin. “Yer jus’ the cutest damned thing. Gotta admit, never would have guessed you’ve got a size kink.”

“Oh my god,” Quentin whined. “Shut up!”

“I’m sorry, baby boy.” David teased and started kissing his nose, cheeks, and chin until Quentin was laughing again.

“Can I suck you?” Quentin asked brightly, perking up at the idea. “I wanna taste you real bad.”

“Jesus, you really gotta say it like that,” David groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “How’s someone so innocent got such a fuckin’ filthy mouth?”

Quentin winked cheekily before lowering to his knees. Slender hands carefully curled around his throbbing cock, so stark in contrast to his own. The new sensation had his eyes rolling back - as did the tiny kisses and licks trailed along either side of his dick.

Quentin got to work. He leaned forward and closed his mouth around the head of David’s cock. His tongue prodded playfully at the very tip, toying and tasting with every flick.

“That’s real good,” David sighed, scraping his hand through Quen’s wavy locks. His hair always felt so, so soft; doubly so when his head was between his legs.

Quentin steadily gained confidence. With the crown wet with pre and spit, he could push a couple more inches past his stretched lips and into the wet hot slid of the inside of his mouth. When his tongue began to rub along the bottom of his dick, David saw stars.

With his mouth full and his throat gaping, Quentin let a tiny pleased whimper as his cock bumped the back of his throat. His eyes squeezed shut as he bowed his head lower, droplets forming in his lashes as David’s girth shoved down further, further, until Quentin’s cheeks were splotchy red and soaked with tears. He pulled off with a loud gasp, coughing wetly into his hand.

“Fuck, that’s real good,” David rumbled, something raw and carnal in him loving the sound of Quentin struggling to catch his breath. He helped steady him, touching his hair as he quickly recovered.

“Lemme try again,” Quentin exclaimed and David couldn’t protest before he had latched himself onto his cock, one hand fisted at the base while he engulfed what he could fit back inside his mouth.

“Ah, shit, Quen.” David gasped, his hips threatening to snap forward. “That’s it, darlin’. Ye look so fuckin’ good like this, know that? Look so goddamn pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a doll ye are.”

Quentin hummed in contentment and the vibrations shot from his throat and straight to his cock. Without thinking, David rocked his hips forward and accidentally shoved several unexpected inches of his length down Quentin’s throat.

He choked and immediately tears refilled his eyes. But when David was about to panic, he watched as Quentin moaned loudly through the mouthful and his eyes rolled back in unrefined bliss.

David’s mouth ran dry and his cock swelled harder than ever. God damn it. Quentin was loving this.

This was exactly what he wanted, David realized as his blood ran like fire through his veins with want and lust and need. Quentin wanted to break - wanted to be ripped apart - by the sheer size of his cock.

“Oh, Quen,” David grinned wickedly, “Such a naughty thing you are.”

David grabbed two fistfuls of Quentin’s hair and dragged his cock out of his mouth just a couple inches before thrusting right back in. His grip was unrelenting and Quentin couldn’t budge an inch as he moaned in helpless delight as David fucked his mouth over and over. With each pass Quentin could take more and more down his throat, until David could spot a great bulge in his throat right where the head of his cock was protruding.

Quentin pulled away but only long enough to drag in a lungful of air before quickly taking David’s cock back into his mouth. Drool and pre dribbled down his plump lips, wet and sticky and messy as David slammed down his throat again and again.

Quentin was in heaven. He wiggled his hips with each thrust, his dick tall and flushed and spilling fluid down his balls. He fisted the root of his cock to relieve the worst of the growing pressure but it was all so much that he could hardly think. His mouth was full and his throat ached like mad. It was divine.

He squealed happily when a brand new taste reached his tongue - slippery, nearly flavorless - and he sealed his lips around the head of David’s crown to eagerly suck up each drop of cum that spurted.

David watched incredulously as Quentin slurped so giddily. He licked it all up, his silky smooth tongue driving him mad against his oversensitive crown. He hissed briefly when Quentin teasingly stroked it, earning a tiny bought of laughter.

“You taste good,” Quentin sighed dreamily, his voice wrought and hoarse. He coughed a few times, wiping his nose. “Oh, no. I’m a mess now.”

David chuckled. His legs had gone rather weak so he sat down beside Quentin who immediately straddled his hips.

“Ye ain’t a mess,” David told him, smoothing sweaty errant locks from Quentin’s brow. “In fact, yer the damn prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. ‘Specially when yer on yer knees fer me.”

Quentin practically purred under the praise. He subtly rocked his hips, catching tiny bursts of friction from the coarse material of David’s shirt.

“I want you to fuck me,” Quentin hummed against his neck.

Immediately David’s cock twitched. Quentin must have felt it because he began to roll his hips downwards, grinding against him tauntingly.

David couldn’t think. All he knew was yes, yes, yes he had to fuck Quentin. It wasn’t a question but fact and the only thing that stood between that was only one thing.

“I’ll fuck ya,” David agreed raggedly, “I’ll wreck ya, doll. Just tell me ya brought somethin’ slippery.”

Quentin beamed and reached for his abandoned pants. He produced from the front pocket a familiar substance in a clear small container.

“Isn’t that... ?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Quentin huffed. “I use it all the time!”

David arched a brow. “Tha’ so?”

He blushed. “Yeah, that’s so. Besides, it works better than any other lube.”

“That’s good,” David said with a wolfish grin. “Yer gonna need it.”

Quentin shivered in anticipation. David took the jelly from him and popped the lid open. He then tipped his head up to capture Quentin’s lips in a quick but tender kiss.

He took the first finger easily enough, David wasn’t concerned about that. The second was a bit of a challenge but after taking a moment - and receiving several neck kisses - Quentin sighed happily as it pushed inside.

David carefully fucked him with those two fingers, sliding them in and out in a careful but methodical pace. Quentin’s noises were getting harder to stifle - his breathing grew ragged and tiny involuntary moans were pushed from his throat with each breach.

“Gimme ‘nother.” Quentin whispered. “Feels so good.”

David kissed his ear. “Tell me if it’s too much, ‘right?”

A third finger had Quentin’s head falling back. David cupped the base of his skull to keep him steady and Quen clumsily grabbed for David’s thighs.

“Oh god,” Quentin gasped out. “_Ohh_.”

“Look at ya,” David murmured, “Openin’ up so good for me.”

“Davey, move your hand.” Quentin stuttered, quivering, “Please. Please. It feels so good.”

Kissing his throat, David obeyed as he so prettily begged. The fit was so much tighter now with another one of David’s bulky thick fingers and the stretch was delicious. He moved his fingers in and out, twisting his wrist and toying with different angles until he found the one that made Quentin shout.

“Fuck!” His whole body seized for a moment, his eyes wide. “Oh god, fuck, do that again!”

David fastened his arm around him and bit down on his shoulder as he drove his fingers into the same spot again. Quentin cried out, his legs tightening around David’s waist. With each thrust Quentin mewled and moaned, his blunt nails scraping up and down his back.

“Don’t- don’t make me cum!” he wailed, “I need you - _hah_ \- I need you to fuck me first.”

David pulled away from the fresh bite high on Quentin’s neck. It was already turning purple. He turned Quentin’s face towards him and kissed him deeply, swallowing the gorgeous sounds that spilled from his lips as he gently removed his hand. He rubbed his fingertip at his empty entrance, feeling how wet and stretched it was.

“Put it in me,” Quentin broke the kiss, panting faintly. His eyes searched David’s imploringly. “C’mon, please, don’t make me wait anymore.”

Already he was grabbing for David’s dick, drunk from lust and clumsily trying to wrap his fingers around it.

“Easy, kitten.” David laughed and gently removed his hand. “I promised I’d take care of ya, didn’t I?”

Fetching the jelly again, David smothered a generous amount of the substance on his cock. Quentin watched, bewitched.

“I can’t believe you’re already hard again,” he said breathlessly.

“Ya kiddin’? Watchin’ you, I’m surprised I didn’t bust again.” David grinned.

Quentin hid a giggle behind his hand. When David set the jelly to the side, Quentin placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed down until he was laying on his back. Content with the new position, Quentin excitedly lifted himself on his knees and pressed the head of David’s cock against his hole.

David inhaled sharply as the very tip sunk in, only a mere inch, but the delicious heat that met the crown of his cock was unlike anything.

“It’s just,” Quentin breathed, “so big.”

His thigh quivered as he began to push David’s cock inside. A low whine slipped from his lips as the head disappeared.

“Good boy,” David murmured, “That’s it, love, jus’ stay relaxed.”

Quentin met his lips for a clumsy kiss as another inch slid inside. He continued to lower his knees, slowly but steadily taking each painstaking inch of David’s massive length. David kissed him with earnest, nipping lips and swiping his tongue to keep him distracted.

Halfway down, Quentin began to tremble.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “It’s a lot.”

“How’s it feel, huh, baby?” David stroked his forehead with his thumb. Quentin rocked down another inch and shivered beautifully.

“Full,” Quentin sighed, letting his head fall back. “Ah, I’ve never been stretched so far.”

“Not even on yer own?” David smirked.

Quentin sunk lower and earned another couple of inches. “Nuh-uh,” he gasped, “It’s so deep that it hurts but it feels so good.”

David’s cock throbbed even harder. He was terribly relieved that the jelly worked this well - anything less likely wouldn’t have cut it. He could tell that Quentin was stretched open to his limits, that getting his entire cock inside might simply not be possible-

-until Quentin abruptly dropped onto his cock, filling him instantly as the head of his cock reached deep inside of the rich hot heat. David snarled, his nails digging into Quentin’s hips.

“Look!” Quentin panted, an elated smile on his flushed face. “I got it. I got it all in.”

He shifted slightly and immediately he gasped and grabbed for David’s fingers. Dave held them tightly, watching in fascination as Quentin slowly, slowly accommodated to the great intrusion.

“Just- give me a minute.” Quentin closed his eyes. “It’s so much.”

“Yer doin’ good, baby, _fuck_.” David’s hands gripped Quentin’s thigh, squeezing hard and leaving red marks behind. “So warm. So fuckin’ tight.”

“I feel good, huh?” Quentin opened his eyes, his cheeks pink.

“Goddamn amazing,” David swore.

Licking his lips, Quentin readied himself before beginning to move. He raised himself up on his knees, sucking in a breath as his cock pulled out a little, before sinking down again. Each time he did it got smoother - gradually the discomforted edge in his whimpers faded and his rigid tight entrance began to give way.

“Tell me how it feels, angel.” David commanded him, hands on Quentin’s waist as he guided him down with each thrust. “How’s my cock feel inside ya, huh?”

“Deep,” Quentin slurred, struggling to keep his bangs out of his eyes as he fucked himself slowly on David’s cock. “Like it’s reaching every part of me.”

Quentin couldn’t see straight. Each time David’s cock drove inside him was sheer ecstasy - the muted ache behind each thrust only made it more delicious. He carefully lined his weight on his heels instead of his knees so that when he raised his hips again, his length pulled nearly all the way out. He shuddered from the sudden emptiness but was immediately sated when he sat back down. His voice broke as he keened, every part of him slipping in composure as he tried to hard to recreate it.

“Here,” David growled, sitting upright and pushing Quentin down to the ground. “Let me.”

Quentin didn’t have a split second to ask what was happening before David was slamming into him with unmatched reckless abandon. Quentin screamed into his shoulder, wiry arms desperately clinging to him.

Quentin sobbed and twisted his fingers into David’s shirt. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. He could hear the sound of David groaning his name under his breath, the obscene wet sounds growing louder as his hole was fucked wide open. It all sounded so dirty, so filthy, so raw and unholy and he needed so much more if it.

He didn’t realize he’d been begging until David snarled, “Please what? Tell me whatcha need, baby.”

“I wanna- I wanna cum.” Quentin blurted out, gasping as David surged forward and left a messy trail of kisses along his throat. “Please, god, I wanna cum so bad-!”

David bit his jaw. “Not yet.”

Then he pulled out.

Quentin sat up quickly, gasping as he tried grabbing back onto David’s shoulders as he sat upright. “Wait, no!”

“Ah-ah,” David corrected him, “On your knees.”

Quentin immediately perked up again. He quickly turned over onto his hands and knees, and before he could feel embarrassed about the lewd position, he felt David’s cock press up against his hole.

“Fuck me,” Quentin whispered, shifting his hips side to side ever so slightly. “Fuck me up. I wanna feel you for days after this.”

“Dontcha worry,” David leaned forward and kissed his shoulder blade. “You will.”

David pushed inside and was met with none of the initial resistance. His insides were tight and silken around his cock, his walls massaging every inch of his cock. It didn’t take him long to recover his pace - once Quentin’s head dropped with a heavy moan, David began to pound into him again.

Quentin scrambled to grab something, anything, as his entire body was wracked with each thrust. Fireworks burst behind his eyes and when he sunk to his elbows he muffled a broken moan against the dead grass.

Every thrust was brutal and shook Quentin to his core. Each time David bucked his hips, each time he dragged Quentin’s hips as he fucked him, each time his giant cock shoved deep inside him over and over again - all he could think was _too much, too much, too much._ Each relentless slam had his eyeballs rolling back, his aching cock bouncing, and saliva running down his chin.

David’s pace was getting shaky and Quentin could tell he was close. He fisted his cock tight, his eyes blurring as he jerked himself hard and tight. He panted into his arm, each plea and whine blending into indistinguishable moans.

“So good, feels so good.” Quentin chanted, his broken voice so ragged and wrought that David could hardly recognize it.

David grabbed onto his shoulder and Quentin tried to grab his hand - it was a messy attempt but David interlocked their fingers. Quen laughed breathlessly against the back of his palm.

“Gonna cum,” David panted. “‘m real close, babe.”

“Inside,” he choked out, “Cum in me. O-_ohh_-”

“You want me to fill you all up, you cute lil fucktoy?” David asked with a twitch of a dark smirk.

“God, yeah,” he moaned desperately. “Please, please, David-”

David grabbed for Quentin and yanked him upright as he came, holding him flush against his chest. Quentin stuttered over shattered moans, his fingers gripping David’s arm the best he could manage.

David’s teeth sunk into his neck as his cock twitched and pulsed inside Quentin, a beastly snarl ripping past his throat. Quentin trembled as thick spurts of cum filled him up, his breathing slowly stabilizing.

Quentin nearly jumped with David grasped his cock with his hand. He hushed and kissed him, deciding to give him a break after ravaging him so thoroughly. He stroked him steadily and tightly, but gently. It didn’t take long before Quentin was tensing and sucking on his lip, writhing on his lap as he grew closer and closer.

“Cum fer me, baby,” David murmured, twisting his hand and sliding his thumb along the head of his cock. “That’s it. Let go, darlin’, I’ve gotcha.”

“I-I… fuck!” Quentin nearly squeaked when he came, cum erupting and flowing over David’s mischievous fingers. He pulled in sharp gasps and exhaled shakily, pressing his forehead against David.

“That’s tickles,” Quentin said weakly, pushing David’s hand away as he teasingly stroked along the inside of his thigh.

“Oh, I’m sorry, pet. Is someone feeling a li’l oversensitive?” David teased him, kissing his nose. Quentin scrunched his face. “Yes and it’s your fault!”

“I’ll take full responsibility,” David agreed. “‘ere, careful now.”

Heeding his warning, Quentin cautiously pulled off David’s cock. He winced only slightly as the head stretched past his entrance but ultimately he quickly missed it. Curiously, he slipped a couple fingers past his hole and was absolutely delighted that absolutely no resistance met him.

“Fuck, Quen, yer gapin’.” David snickered, his hand replacing Quentin’s who could only giggle in agreement.

Mesmerized, David slid two fingers inside. Quentin’s hole couldn’t even try to close around such a small intrusion - and when David moved them inside even further, he could begin to feel the remnants of his sticky seed deep, deep inside of him.

“Jesus, fuck.” David sighed, withdrawing his hand before the urge to fuck Quentin again became too strong. “Yer a treasure, know that?”

Quentin hummed happily, sleepy and warmed by praise. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to sleep right here and right now, but it was unsafe and the others would surely wonder where they’d gone. He crossed his fingers and silently prayed that everyone else had already gone to sleep - he wasn’t in the mood for one of Jake’s knowing stares.

Reluctantly collecting his clothes, Quentin was pleased to discover just how sore his legs were. No doubt he’d be aching in the morning. He could hardly wait. After tugging on his discarded pants, he turned around as David pulled him in for a kiss.

“Sappy.” Quentin whispered against his lips. He couldn’t help but adore this; there was always something calming and reassuring about David’s presence.

“A bit.” David admitted.

Quentin took his hand and kissed his fingers. “Let’s get back to the others.” he paused. “Same time tomorrow?”

David grinned cheekily. “Same time tomorrow.”

**Author's Note:**

> Okay but who's worse: me for writing it, or you for finishing it?


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